I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.
Quick-loving hearts… may quickly loathe.
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only.
Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God,
But only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round and pluck blackberries.
Love me sweet
With all thou art
Feeling, thinking, seeing;
Love me in the Lightest part,
Love me in full Being.
Parting is all we know of heaven
And all we need of hell
Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive,
Half wishing they were dead to save the shame.
The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow;
They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats,
And flare up bodily, wings and all. What then?
Who's sorry for a gnat… or a girl?
All actual heroes are essential men,
And all men possible heroes.
Light tomorrow with today.
The little cares that fretted me,
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields above the sea,
Among the winds at play.
Whoso loves
Believes the impossible.
My sun sets to rise again.
Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe,—but to feel the life in you down all the fibres of being, passionately and joyfully.
No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.
You're something between a dream and a miracle.
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Earth's crammed with heaven…
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.
And having in thy life-depth thrown
Being and suffering (which are one),
As a child drops his pebble small
Down some deep well, and hears it fall
Smiling — so I. THY DAYS GO ON.
New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!
